Fucked Up May.

Fucked up May.

I've always thought that my life was way too monotonous. I wake up, go to school, then go home. It's always been like that. Maybe because before, going to places other than home and school felt odd, like my parents will always know if I went somewhere before actually going home. For the me before, it's breaking the rules, and at some point, it even felt like a crime. It went on like that until I became a high school student. Suddenly, I became aware of everything that's happening to me—every second, every moment, every detail. Then I thought, "Wow, you know what? The only reason why I think my life is uneventful is because I never actually paid attention to it,". We became so caught up with other people's life that we actually forgot to dig deeper on ours. That's the reason why we see and experience the same thing all over again. No life is monotonous. The word "life" is already eventful itself. You just have to pay attention.

Our ‘almost’ will always haunt me.

six word story #29 (m.f.)  (via artofephemera)

Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It is only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.

— Cobb, Inception

And how do you tell them you feel so empty without making it sound so sad?

fckedupfray  (via wnq-writers)

:(

“Consummatum Est”

i. Ito na ang huling yugto ng mga nobela't kuwento at tanging bulag at pipi ang mg bihag na saksi.

ii. Ang buslo ng mga binhi, tanging sandata ay pluma. Gawing bala ang salita, dusa mo ay ipapawi.

iii. Ihip ng 'sang porselana, isang upos na kandila. Gawing palito'y salita, Sindihan ang kaluluwa.

iv. Kung ang totoo ay mali, mali ba'y mapapawi? Mabuti pa na mawala kesa aminin ang sala.

v. Mi ultimo adios, mahal! Ako'y isang nasasakdal. Kasalanan daw iwika ang pagmamahal sa kapuwa.

vi. Ito na ang huling tagpo— mali, ito'y bagong libro. Punuin ng sugat' dugo, sisibol ang bagong yugto.